Aid For Sorrow

After we manage to kick Leehalts butt in the Deus Ex Machina, we turn our attention towards the console where the programs for the ship are contained. We need to dispel the nanomachines before they mature and are shot out around Filgaia's skies. But how can we do something like that? We're only human, even our communications with the Guardians won't be of any help to us here.

Clive cannot make heads or tails of the machine, even with all of his years of studying. I put a call into Maya, but she is as stumped as the rest of us. Even though she'd read the manual, and had gained the personal of a techno geek from it, and could operate some of the intricate machinery here.

Jet has the answer. He remembers what Daddy said to him in the Cradle of the Metal Gods, and decides to use the same technique he used at Yggdrasil. It seems to be working, I can see a green glow covering his hands, and the nanomachines seem to be dispelling right before my eyes. Maya is quite amazed when she reads the dropping readings, and I am in awe at the power in the boy's hands.

Suddenly, Leehalt gets back up. He begins telling Jet something really strange. Leehalt believes that he's someone named Adam Kadmon, an android created by the Council of Seven in order to hold the essence of Filgaia. The demon says that all he is to the council is an experiment, except to Elliot Enduro, whose son lost his life while donning his DNA and form to the project. My daddy must have saved him when Yggdrasil blew up, and made sure that he was born. For whatever reason, Daddy also gave him the name of Elliot's dead son. Then, he calls Jet a puppet, and taunts him.

Jet doesn't take this too well. He runs at Leehalt, and grabs him by the collar. His powers, being that of Filgaia, are able to begin expelling the mad scientist, just as he always feared would happen.

I can see that Jet isn't looking too good. He might have been able to use his powers to help us out, but he still knows something that he wished he didn't. And Clive doesn't make it much better by referring to him as a sample data, even though I know he didn't mean any harm by it.

"Don't call him that," I chide my friend, "He's Jet, and he's one of us." I will defend my friend's honor no matter what. It doesn't bother me what he really is, as long as he's Jet.

It doesn't bother Jet either, if what he says is true. But his face betrays his words, I can see the sorrow in his eyes. This is something that the Adlehyde family has always been able to do, due to our connection with the Guardians. That and the fact that I've Invoked Raftina.

I'll talk to Jet later, that's the best thing I can do. He'll need someone to listen to his fears, and then maybe he'll feel better. We can have our conversation after Sigfried has been defeated.

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After we get out of the Deus Ex Machina, we make camp for the night as we head back towards Baskar Village. Everyone else went to sleep, Jet included. But I'm still up, wishing there is something I can do to help him feel better. I watch him as he sleeps, as I'm well aware he's done in the past. He's turning quite violently, as if he's having a bad dream. Probably something about his past, if the emotions I read in his face are true. And there's a pretty good chance that I'm correct.

*Raftina, can you hear me? I would like to know if there's anything I can do to help Jet. It hurts me to see him like this. Although he says it doesn't bother him, I know he is distressed about what he really is. After all, his whole life has been one big lie so far. He always thought he had amnesia, that he was just a normal kid with bad luck. Now, he learns that he's an android, and that he never had any memories to begin with. How can I help convince him that he's still Jet to me?* I ask her.

She says, *Just be who you are now, his friend. If he's got someone who can support him in this time of need, he'll be able to eventually realize that you care about him, and that he can live a normal life. This is why I chose you as my master, Virginia. You have a heart of gold, and would never desert any of your comrades in a normal time, let alone when they need your help the most.*

I smile as I look at Jet. *Thank you Raftina. I'd hate to see something happen to him. Jet deserves love and friendship as much as anyone. He doesn't have to worry about not being human at all. After all, he's more of a human than the Prophets, who were born into this world as human beings.*


*True,* she replies, *Humanity is not restricted to humans alone. True humanity is found in people who are able to care about another person. And Jet cares about you very strongly.*

I feel that for once I am unable to disagree at what the Guardians are telling me. Jet does care, else he wouldn't save me all those times. I'll be the one to save him this time, save him from his own past. Maybe I am in love with him, as the Guardians are always telling me I am.

I get back into my sleeping bag, and stare at the boy who sleeps so roughly. Knowing that he needs someone near him to help with his pain, I get up and walk over to his sleeping bag. Then, I stroke his face with my right hand, hoping to alleviate his pain so he can sleep soundly.

"Don't worry Jet. I'll never desert you. Even if you are a machine, you're still my friend. And friends don't do anything to harm one another," I whisper before I head back to bed.

Maybe that's why Jet never did leave us, although he wanted to for a long time. He didn't want to hurt those he'd come to call friends. I guess now it's my turn to return the favor to him. As I drift off to sleep, I find myself thinking of Jet, and how I'll be able to make him feel better.

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Teefa's Last Words…

I know she just forgot about the Teardrop. Well, that just shows how worried about Jet she is. He means more to her than even something that her family is keeping safe, that only she has the power to wield. I awaited this chapter eagerly. Well, I love how Virginia helps Jet deal with his past. She always tells him that his being a machine doesn't bother her. That's why I like Virginia, she's not shallow and petty.